Wormont was still a bit worried about his look, about how noticeable the fake outfit is, he woke up three hours early just for painting the colour of his fur perfectly.
"Let's see, a bit orange here, this place should be darker…."
He's taking this probably more serious than anything else, but looking at Nick's picture for an hour…. This feels even more weirder than he thought it was. He stood there finally looked satisfied at himself.
"This should do the work." He mumbled to himself while yawing and heading to the kitchen. Wormont was quite a cooker, half of the fridge was filled with ingredients and the other was just canned fast food. He took a quick peek at the clock.
"I have enough time making a meal, I'm getting sick of these cans." He took an arm full of veggies and a chunk of fish from a can. He dumped them all in a pot, added some water and waited for it to boil. Ding! The doorbell rang with the sound of boiling made a somewhat lovely tone. "6 O'clock, who's here this early?
"Nick? Why are you here?" Nick was suddenly surprised of what he saw, for a moment he was looking at himself in the mirror.
"Oh hey, I see you're already trying out some new looks."
Wormont scratched the back of his neck, "You here for something?"
"Well I was guessing you wanted to take a good look at me so you can make your makeup, but I see you already did."
"You want some breakfast?" Wormont saw Nick stretching his neck over him swallowing his drool.
"Don't mind if I do."
"He took a seat at his sofa, which compared to Judy's bed it was way more comfortable.
"You ever thought of buying a house with Judy?"
Nick laughed awkwardly, "Not with the taxes I own, it's gonna take a long time to pay it back."
"How much do you own now?"
"Like ten thousand? I don't have that money."
"With your popsicle money, you could pay it back at this point."
"Yeah about that money-"
"What did you do with it?"
"It's a secret, but for now I'm short on money."
"Seems about right." Wormont came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup and two pieces of toast. "Eat up, we still have lots to do at the station."
"Did you make that?" Nick looked impressed, not just by the look, but the quality of the soup.
"How long did it take for you to make this?"
"Not long, I just mixed a bunch of vegetable with a can of tuna fish in the pot."
"Really? You must be a natural at this."
Nick took a slip, a warm feeling came to him, something that he missed for days. His tear dropped silence into the soup.
"You ok Nick or the soup it's too good for you."
"O-oh it's nothing, it just reminded me of something."
"Is it officer Hopps?"
"In some ways, yes it reminds me of her cooking."
"She makes soup often?"
"Canned soup most of the time, still a learner."
Wormont took a huge bite of the pepper on his spoon, and soon he realized it needed more salt.
"You never get too old to learn." He put down the bowl and sat beside Nick.
"So, you heard we're going with the original plan?"
Nick took another few sips in silence and put down the soup. "Yes, yes I've heard."
Wormont bend over to see Nick's face, he was crying and holding back as hard as he can.
"C-can you get her back safe?"
Wormont sighed and soon put a smile on his face, "I'll bet my life on this."
Nick laughed while wiping his tear off.
"I can't believe Bogo isn't letting me take this job."
"It's too dangerous for you to go in there, leave this to the professional."
"How come you're not the first fox officer?"
"I'm the first fox to join SWAT, I guess one honor was enough for me."
The clock turned to 8:00 with Nick standing up stretching his legs.
"Let's go, I'll drive you."
Nick put on his sunglasses, sitting in the front listening to the radio, tapping his fingers on the side of door to the tone and staring outside the window.
While near arrival they saw Lance getting off the bus, He was fine, the bullet got taken out and he's still working as hard as usual, it barely affects him with any movement, expect it sometimes hurts while he's moving, but he is used to this kind of pain since he has been hanging out with Lucy so much. It didn't take long for Lance to notice them, he waved at them. The wound on his leg was a bit obvious to spot. Wormont parted the car, asking Lance about how he was feeling.
"Your leg feeling better?"
"Yeah, it's my fault hanging out with Lucy. She's a total beast."
"It's my fault to dragging you in there."
"Don't we have patrol today?"
"Yes, we do, we'll see you around Nick."
Nick stepped in the station, took a long breath and walked into his office. Seeing no one is around, Nick kissed the picture of Judy on his desk.
"I'm coming Judy." He looked at it again and put it back on his desk. Without a sign, his computer opened by itself and his e-mail popped up.
Dear Nick,
It's about time we settle this, our offer is you for Judy, the trade we offered will take place at The house at the edge of the canyon, if you decide not to come we'll execute Judy. We don't want to see anyone following you, come alone, or all you'll see is a pile of blood before we take you with us. And don't worry, we won't kill you, if you behave."
Wasn't a long letter, but enough to make Nick shiver. "What kind of cold blooded person wrote this?"
Nick sighed again and looked up the address on the internet, a deep, deep canyon right beside the back of the house, there's no way that any animal will survive that fall.
Nick started sweating, he doubted that the plan will go as everyone think it will, there is only one road to the house, if someone follows it's too noticeable. The only one that is going is Wormont, and he's a fox…. Nick can't believe this, he can't even trust his own species. Even more, he can't save Judy himself…. He got up, walking to Chief Bogo's office with a heavy, deep thought of his own.
"Hey chief, I think I should save Judy by my own."
"Wilde that's a terrible idea, what are you even gonna do if you're in there?"
"Accepting their trade."
"You don't believe professionals?"
"I don't believe they'll release Judy in other ways."
"Did you thought about if this whole this is a trap and kill Judy anyways? Nick we're dealing with terroirs, you're trusting Judy in the wrong hands."
Nick slammed his hands on the desk, "Then what makes me trust you?"
Bogo looked at his computer screen and took a long breath. "Nothing, but you're still not in this case, we're not putting you in risk-"
"Well what about Judy?"
"Nick this isn't the first time I tell you this, she will be fine, Wormont did this before you really have nothing to worry about, you need to relax…."
"So I'm trusting Judy in the hands of someone I barely know?"
"You're trusting the right person Nick."
Nick ran out of the office, out the station, he needs to think about this himself, alone and quite.
On a police car, Wormont was about to get some lunch in the nearby area.
"You want something Lance?"
"Just get me a salmon sandwich, may I ask why you have your sniper gun here?"
"I like having it around, like Lucy used to keep her spear around. Too bad she broke it."
"For the record it was only made of plain metal, covered with rust and a few years old."
A bell rang, Lance reacted fast with his ears standing up. "That sounds like the bank, we better take a look."
"I'll get back up, keep everyone safe." Wormont took out the radio beside the seat, "We will need some- nom! back up here. Mmmm…. Sending you our coordinance."
"Ok Wormont be here in five minutes, and try not to talk with a mouth full next time."
Mark threw the speaker away out of his way, ran off onto the road. Lance sneaked in the back door, making absolutely no sound.
"On the ground, you two get as much money as you can! We're going before the police arrives!"
The one closes the Lance commanded, shouting incredibly loud
"We got four armed robbers in there." Lance whispered into his Bluetooth earphone, "and back up is way too late, we have to take care this as much as we can."
"Fine, if you think you can do it."
Lance dashed on one of the robbers knocking him over and grabbed his gun, his tail whipped the one on the right, the other two robbers noticed that their team got taken down, Lance took a steady shot on a robber's hand, the last robber pointed a gun at the manager. "Don't move, hero." A bullet with a perfect angle through both the robber's hands, he knelt to the ground, trying to somehow covering the wound.
"We'll also need an ambulance now."
Wormont holding the sniper gun standing at the entrance, with smoke still coming out the gun.
The other two robbers got up and ran out through the back door leaving the bags of money behind, the third robber was under Lance's feet handcuffed and can't do anything, Wormond always carry some bandage since he was aware of how often this happens, he covered his wound and tied his hand together with bandage.
"We need some help on Casassa Street, robbers on the loose."
"On it!" Mark tackled one down knocking him out, and he throw the other one on the wall, squeezing his neck.
"Looks like there're some upcoming jail time for you." Mark smiled, thinking of himself finally getting a raise. Lance stepped out of the door, a sudden sunshine flashed into his eyes.
"Wait there's no sun here- Mark look out!"
Mark's face smacked into the wall by a sudden force the robber dropped to the ground shocked and passed out. Lance shaked Mark in his arms.
"Mark! Wake up!" Weird enough, blood was running down from his nose, Lance looked really confused while an ambulance came. "Good timing." He left Mark to the doctors, and Wormont caught up with him.
"What happened to him?" Lance looked at the buildings on the other side, "Oh, he got shot, but with no leftover."
"No blood?"
"No nothing."
Wormont stretched. "Well he should be fine, most likely shot with an ice shard.
12:00 PM, Zootopia hospital.
"Alright, so you're in here for…. Unknown reason? Well that's odd, we don't have much of these here." The nurse looked up to Mark and what she saw is two red eyes staring at her.
"Uh, hello there." The nurse stood there, Mark charged at her. "Woah!" She pretend a slip and kicked Mark in the stomach, it was a kick with all the power the nurse had. Mark went flying and crashing the window. The nurse got up and looked on the streets.
"I can't believe this, he is gone…."
Security came in just a few seconds after they heard the window break.
"What happened here?"
"The patient tried to attack me, I kicked him out the window and…. Now he's gone"
They looked at each other confused, with no clue about what to do, they called the police.
"... I understand."
"Brother? What's wrong?"
Simon walked out into the streets, watching the stars, slowly knelt down, crying like he never did before.
Nick step foot on a grass hill with tears in his eyes, thinking about how useless he is, that he can't even save his own partner. Nick sighed, and laid down by a apple tree looking at the stars, some how, he feels that someone else was watching the stars with him.